The Love Of Passion

the luxury of the house

Damar stood in front of the door of the secret room, faintly heard moans. long-serving secretaries ranging from big masters to young masters in Shabil this group is not strange with the strange behavior of their superiors.

but he was never this tired, he did not abis think with the behavior of his young master. indeed thanks to Rizal Shabil stock became a significant rise but the deviant behavior of his master made this elderly man become tired.

at least the great master had never been like this, but Rizal had always done this at least when there was someone who wanted to cooperate.

Damar thought Rizal would not respond and would drive out when a businessman first offered his adopted son to Rizal.

"huh.huh makes a headache" muttered damar and began to step out of his master's room.

he closed the door and gestured for the bodyguards to keep his master's room tight.

he walked down to the hotel lobby and sat in a very comfortable chair.

damar pensively, if it continues like this his sugar disease will get worse.he needs something to clear his brain, maybe resigning is the right choice.

but he was not sure who deserved to replace him. Damar does not trust anyone, after all, there will be no employees in the company who will withstand the behavior of this master.

especially don't let it leak that his master is vile like that.

he needs a secretary who is patient, friendly, competent and can keep secrets well.no need to be experienced because Damar believes the ability will be honed after undergoing continuous training. what matters is someone you can trust.

He remembered someone who had it all, and also he was well acquainted with the person and his family.but was that person willing to replace him after knowing what that person would face?

Damar again sighed for the umpteenth time.he saw his watch, right at 19.00 WIB. he also pulled out his phone.

a few seconds of amber just silently staring at the phone screen and he also called carefully.he waited, listened to the ring calling several times and finally lifted

"hallo mba, this is my dream. Mr. Herman's friend.there's something I want to discuss"

damar smiled at the answer on the phone, he hoped the action was right

"well, I'll be there maybe the day after tomorrow"

****

sunday arrived, according to Daru's promise to wake up early.he sat on one of the long sofas still in pajamas and held a file.

the file he requested at night to Vian.

Daru suspects that Nafa is a spy, either sent by Shabil's outsiders or sent by his brother.

he reads carefully, nothing suspicious and surprisingly turns out his house is close to his friend Ikbal.

"why didn't Ikbal say? ah yes because I didn't tell" he murmured himself

he looked at the photo of Nafa, his smile was sweet. Daru likes that, let alone his chuby cheeks.

Daru smiled but as soon as his smile disappeared, he shook his head.

"what the fuck? why do I admire her?" frustrated muttering.

he put the file into his desk drawer.he turned on the tv and set the program on the tv to see the cctv.

as soon as his smile grew, he entered the bathroom in a hurry.

***

there is nothing Nafa can say but the word "wahh!!"

he was so amazed by the house in this luxurious complex, even the security guard was so elegant and of course handsome, they were young.

when Nafa handed over the license, Nafa was already amazed by the beauty of an Adam before him.

Nafa stopped in front of a house so luxurious, according to the information contained in the license that the house of the Shabil family numbered 10.

"really said the headmaster, I'd be surprised how rich the kid is"

according to the handsome security guard brother Nafa only needs to show the letter to the camera attached to the wall on the right.

Nafa got down from his moto, he darted around looking for a camera, and he saw a small glass sized Tupperware misting and in the middle there was a red dot.

"what's this?" ask him to himself

he showed the letter to the camera and within minutes the 9-meter-high gate opened itself.

Nafa was surprised instead of playing, he looked inside and there was no one there. He gulped his saliva after seeing the garden-filled road on his right and left.

Nafa returned to his motorbike and entered the gate, after he entered the door was immediately closed.

Nafa was very amazed, he rode slowly on his motorbike while enjoying the vast park

"is this the palace garden in the novel?" muttered

Nafa immediately braked his motorbike when he saw a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses.In his left ear there was an earphone.

"can I help you?" asked the man, his voice so sweet according to Nafa

"a-anu I am Daru's private tutor" Nafa replied as he gave the man a letter of permission and recommendation

the man accepted and read carefully.

"ah yes, you must be Nafa. Mr. Daru has been waiting for you. as good as your motorbike is stored there" said the man while pointing to a parking lot that is so wide, and so, it's like a parking lot in a big mall

Nafa parked his motorbike there. Only Nafa motorbike was there, the parking lot was filled with Pajero sports cars.

"let me drive" said the man behind Nafa.

Nafa turned his head and saw the man riding in a golf car.

during the trip Nafa was only silent, amazed by the surroundings.The bodyguard only glanced at the beautiful young lady who was beside him.

during his time working at Shabil's house, there was never a woman who visited, especially his second young master, even a friend only yesterday he brought a friend.

then this is a woman? and a private tutor? he knew very well that his young master did not need a private tutor. Was his master interested in this woman?

if so, this is a great advance for his young master.

the bodyguard judged that the Miss he was taking with him looked very innocent, he could not believe that his master was interested in an innocent woman.

Nafa is not aware of the glance of the bodyguard, he focuses on the luxury of this complex.very much like a land of dogs.he saw a very large house but it was not the place they were headed.

even from the gate to the big house had spent 10 minutes riding a golf car. very spacious, wanted to feel like Nafa ran like an Indian song in the park.

the car stopped, the distance traveled for 15 minutes. the man went down, Nafa also came down.

"please, young master is waiting" said the man, Nafa just nodded and saw the man climb back up the golf car and leave.

Nafa once again looked around, he smiled and his spirit grew even more burning to teach his disciple.

Nafa stepped up, he was about to press the bell but the door suddenly opened

"hello, welcome." the heavy voice sounded.

Daru was already standing in front of the door wearing a plain white t-shirt and shaki-colored jeans.he folded his hands on his chest and smiled mysteriously

"i've been waiting for you, Master"